... “If I could… I would remain like this indefinitely – clasped by you, held inside you, a part of you – without moving at all. When we make love, I fight climax with everything I have. I don’t want to come; I do not want it to end. No matter how long I make it last, it isn’t nearly long enough…. Tell me you understand,” he demanded, his lips moving beneath hers. “Tell me you feel it, too.” “I feel you,” She breathed… “You have become everything to me.”
O coração da gente gosta de atenção. De cuidados cotidianos. De mimos repentinos. De ser alimentado com iguarias finas, como a beleza, o riso, o afeto. Gosta quando espalhamos os seus brinquedos no chão e sentamos com ele para brincar.